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A black police detective must solve a strange case of a kidnapped boy and deal with a big racial protest.
Leo Sulivan: Let go and let God.
Karen Collucci: [talking to Brenda] Just nod your head.
Lorenzo Council: Kiss my ass, brotherfucker.
Lorenzo Council: I tell you, 22 years of policing in this city things I see day in, day out makes it very, very hard to have faith in humanity.
Lorenzo Council: You know, you aren't the only person I got to visit in here today. My son, Jason... he's over in the state wing doing two to four for armed robbery. Brenda Martin: No. Lorenzo Council: Used my gun too. Lorenzo Council, Brenda Martin: Oh, no. Lorenzo Council: Yeah. All my friends say to me: "Lorenzo, it ain't your fault that boy landed where he did. He got to take responsibility for that his own self. I ain't seen no pacifier in his mouth the last 10 years." Well, between you and me, it is my fault. I do feel responsible because the kind of man he is the kind of man I showed him how to be. High all the time. Selfish. Out of control. I was never there on a day-to-day basis. And when I was, I was fighting with his moms. Yeah, well, that's who I was.